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Friday, July 7, 2017

Once Again I Begin The Dreaded New Car Purchase Fiasco

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate buying a new vehicle? I know I have. And no, it's not because of the money I have to let go of. Well, it's not JUST the money.

It's the salesperson. (See that? I went all PC on ya there, even though I've never met a female salesperson at a car dealership. Ever.) They make me into a bullying asshole and that's hard for me. The bullying part. Not the asshole part. I love that shit. Fuck with me and I'm walking out.

I mention this because, (UGH!), we start one of the most-hated-processes-to-me (well, there is that whole prostate check thing), tomorrow.

Wish us and the salesfuck we draw the best of luck.